My son, Dorian, was born a little over 4 weeks ago now, on February 22nd, 2025. It was genuinely one of the most special moments of my life and one that I will never forget. Over the few months before he was born, a few people told me that nothing will make you understand the love of God more than the birth of your child. I can definitely say they were right.

The moment my wife finished delivering our son, I bawled my eyes out. It was completely uncontrollable and the only thing I could do was cry. I was so proud of her and the faith that she had to deliver him pain-free. For hours I watched her push through every contraction and pray to the Lord for strength. She was incredible. Along with that, was the feeling that I had for my son, which was a feeling I can’t really describe. I honestly think it was just pure love, and even though I love my wife dearly, and I love my family and the Lord, that sort of love was something that I think really only a father or a mother can feel for their child.

Something I’ve noticed since we’ve been home, and he’s gotten bigger and started to become more alert, is that I just keep feeling that feeling everyday. Every time he burps on his own, and every time he sleeps in his bassinet, I’m just so proud of him. Sometimes I’ll put him on my legs on our couch and he’ll just stare at the kitchen light, and just him being aware enough to see light makes me proud. When we’ve taken him to the pediatrician, I’m always so happy and proud that he’s gaining weight and in the 70-90 percentile on anything. That feeling of being proud of just the littlest things is something I didn’t expect at all and have never had before.

I pride myself on typically being a pretty patient and calm person, but as much as I hate to admit it, there have already been times, that I feel impatient with Dorian. There have been a couple of times where he just can’t sleep in his bassinet, or whatever it may be, and in myself, I get a little impatient. But then I look him in the eyes, and I remember who he is. I remember that he’s my son, and he’s just learning. That look changes everything I feel.

All of this to say, that I’ve felt the love of God so much over these last few weeks. I can’t help but think that He must be proud of us even though we haven’t read our Bibles in a week, and may have skipped church one too many times. I can’t help but imagine that He probably also is so proud of our smallest accomplishments. And that feeling I get when I just look Dorian in the eye, must be how God views His sons and daughters all the time. He’s just pure love.